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When In Pass-a-Grille…

Yes, I love saying Pass-a-Grille (the southern most point of St. Pete Beach) and will try to slip it into every conversation even if it makes no sense.

When I first touched ground in the Gulf Coast of Florida two months ago, I don’t recall what my first stop in St. Petersburg was, or what my first stop was to begin with. My host friend, who is a dear friend, helped me get so much in that it looks like one long story, as opposed to a bunch of places that were just there and now are forgettable.

While some might be easy to forget, this trip is loaded with positive memories, and stories that I can take with me forever, wherever I go.

One that really resonates, and gives me that warm and fuzzy feeling, is when my friend took me to The Brass Monkey.

Now she had told me weeks prior that she visited a place that is owned and operated by folks who have ties to the Maryland area. That can only mean their love for Baltimore and Maryland area sports. And that’s exactly what we’re talking about. It took me a few minutes to realize I was in the presence of so much local sports posters and memorabilia. Not only sports, but symbols of what makes Maryland great also display proudly.

What’s not to like?

I recall my excitement as my friend and I were deciding on what to eat for lunch and said she had a place in mind. In hindsight I should’ve put everything together. But what would be the fun in that?

As we drove down towards beautiful St. Pete Beach my excitement levels were reaching heights I haven’t felt in a while. I’m on vacation, to an extent we’re on vacation, and just being in a new place, with beautiful weather, and friendly people is going to amp up the enthusiasm.

I realized as we got closer down the beach where we were headed. I’m grateful for the ride, this experience, and we have yet to sit down.

Since it was lunchtime, it was the perfect time to grab a seat anywhere (we chose the bar) and to appreciate our surroundings. And each other of course. We were in great moods and felt like we ran the place. Of course we didn’t but we got a kick out of entertaining ourselves each other. That’s as important as the wining (or in this insance, boozing) and dining.

Now I’ll cut to the chase. I did order a pizza, we also ordered wings & fries, and then Fancy Fries which are friend green beans. It’s bar food with a little twist. The fried green beans were the true highlight of this meal.

I didn’t get a pizza expecting it to be world class or this earth shattering experience. I got a vegetable pie just hoping it would be something to enjoy in the space and time that we were in.

While it was loaded with more mozzarella cheese than some may prefer. I didn’t mind. I’d say the more, the merrier, which can also mean even more leftovers. The cheese, veggies, and crust are simple for a bar, and good enough. And maybe the quality could have been up there a little more, it’s more than worthwhile to share with friends or to heat up and serve for the next few days after. Which is exactly what happened.

The wings and fries were decent, but I’m telling you these fancy fries are what did it for me. When I look back in pictures I honestly forgot that’s what we had. We had a lot of appetizers before the main event. And the main event might just be any meal you have on vacation.

If you’re expecting healthy eats with diet friendly portions, this won’t work in your favor. But hearty portions is right in lines with what you’ll get.

Our frozen drinks were stellar too. The menu is above, I’ll let you figure out what is what, with the beverages listed below.

But the true draw of this place is location, atmosphere, and the local flavor for those of us in Maryland. It’s the quintessential home away from home.

While it was great to be away, it was a charming reminder of where I come from and what I’ll be going back to.

And I will be coming back to Brass Monkey (to order something different, maybe those crab cakes!) upon my return to beautiful St. Pete and beautiful St. Pete Beach, and that Pass-a-Grille, which I can never get enough of saying.